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said, "What do you think?"
"It's very
nice of you," Nellie said, knowing he meant well, "but Mike's ten
years old. He's not going to read a story about a lady mouse cleaning
house."
"He will
when we're in open water and there's nothing to do," Will said.
"Meanwhile, I have something for you." He opened the box, revealing a
portable, heavy-duty sewing machine.
"How long
do we have it for?" Nellie asked, stepping over to inspect the machine.
"As long
as you want," Will replied. "I bought it."
Will stepped up
behind her, and as he peered over her shoulder, Nellie caught the hint of a
very sexy male aftershave. Musk? She'd read somewhere that musk was put in aftershaves
and male colognes as an aphrodisiac. Whatever is was , it was working. The image of Will's muscular chest and the thin line of hair
disappearing into his sweats came back. Her breath quickened...
"Is it
what you wanted?" Will asked.
Nellie focused
her attention on the machine again. "Yes," she said, "but this
kind of machine must be very expensive." She turned to face him, and he
was so close she could see the pulse beating in his throat. Then she raised her
eyes and looked at him, and said, somewhat lamely, "I mean, wasn't it
terribly pricey?"
"It's a
used machine," Will said, his eyes focusing on her lips. "You don't
mind owning a used machine, do you?" He moved closer.
"No... a used machine... is just fine..." Nellie's words
trailed off when Will's finger curved under her chin and tipped her face up,
and before she analyzed the pros and cons of what was about to happen, their
lips met, and Will's arms were around her, and she didn't try to stop him.
Until now she hadn't realized how much she'd missed being held by a man, and
having the scent of him in her nostrils, and the salty taste of him on her
tongue, and his hands moving in languid strokes up and down her back... and her
hands tangling in his hair... and little moans of pleasure emanating from her
throat...
"I hate
you!" Mike's voice shattered the moment. "I hate you both!" Mike
rushed onto the deck, leapt to the dock and ran out of the boathouse.
Nellie pushed
out of Will's arms. "Mike, wait!" she yelled after him. But he'd
already rushed out, slamming the door behind him.
"I'm
sorry," Will said.
"It's fine
to be sorry, after the fact," Nellie replied, "but as adults, we
should have some control. After all, we only just met a short time ago, and the
sort of thing that happened is confusing to a young boy."
"We were
kissing," Will said. "It happens all the time. I'm sure it's nothing
new to Mike."
"It is
when it's his mother!" Nellie said, her voice rising. "I'm trying to
teach him morals and the least I can do is set an example."
"Kissing
isn’t immoral," Will stated. "It's the exchange of feelings between
two people."
Nellie looked
at Will, exasperated. It was impossible to reason with a man who had so little
experience with children. "Mike isn't ready for this."
"He will
be the next time it happens," Will said.
"There
won't be a next time!" Nellie cried. But even as she said the words,
Nellie found herself looking forward to another kiss. "I've got to find
Mike."
As she searched
the docks, Nellie went over in her mind what she'd say. How does a mother, a
widow no less, explain to her ten-year-old son why she was kissing a man she'd
known for such a short time? But that was the difficult part. Will seemed much
more than just a friend, even though they'd known each other for less than two
weeks.
She spotted
Mike sitting at the far end of a long pier. A stick in his hand, he pounded it
against a weathered piling. From his short, quick, movements she knew he was
upset. She lowered herself beside him and gazed across the water. "It's
real pretty here, don't you think?"
Mike continued
to pound the piling without looking up. A piece of stick broke off and flipped
into the water. He tossed the rest of the stick after it, refusing to answer.
Nellie drew in
a ragged breath. "I'm sorry
"It's very
nice of you," Nellie said, knowing he meant well, "but Mike's ten
years old. He's not going to read a story about a lady mouse cleaning
house."
"He will
when we're in open water and there's nothing to do," Will said.
"Meanwhile, I have something for you." He opened the box, revealing a
portable, heavy-duty sewing machine.
"How long
do we have it for?" Nellie asked, stepping over to inspect the machine.
"As long
as you want," Will replied. "I bought it."
Will stepped up
behind her, and as he peered over her shoulder, Nellie caught the hint of a
very sexy male aftershave. Musk? She'd read somewhere that musk was put in aftershaves
and male colognes as an aphrodisiac. Whatever is was , it was working. The image of Will's muscular chest and the thin line of hair
disappearing into his sweats came back. Her breath quickened...
"Is it
what you wanted?" Will asked.
Nellie focused
her attention on the machine again. "Yes," she said, "but this
kind of machine must be very expensive." She turned to face him, and he
was so close she could see the pulse beating in his throat. Then she raised her
eyes and looked at him, and said, somewhat lamely, "I mean, wasn't it
terribly pricey?"
"It's a
used machine," Will said, his eyes focusing on her lips. "You don't
mind owning a used machine, do you?" He moved closer.
"No... a used machine... is just fine..." Nellie's words
trailed off when Will's finger curved under her chin and tipped her face up,
and before she analyzed the pros and cons of what was about to happen, their
lips met, and Will's arms were around her, and she didn't try to stop him.
Until now she hadn't realized how much she'd missed being held by a man, and
having the scent of him in her nostrils, and the salty taste of him on her
tongue, and his hands moving in languid strokes up and down her back... and her
hands tangling in his hair... and little moans of pleasure emanating from her
throat...
"I hate
you!" Mike's voice shattered the moment. "I hate you both!" Mike
rushed onto the deck, leapt to the dock and ran out of the boathouse.
Nellie pushed
out of Will's arms. "Mike, wait!" she yelled after him. But he'd
already rushed out, slamming the door behind him.
"I'm
sorry," Will said.
"It's fine
to be sorry, after the fact," Nellie replied, "but as adults, we
should have some control. After all, we only just met a short time ago, and the
sort of thing that happened is confusing to a young boy."
"We were
kissing," Will said. "It happens all the time. I'm sure it's nothing
new to Mike."
"It is
when it's his mother!" Nellie said, her voice rising. "I'm trying to
teach him morals and the least I can do is set an example."
"Kissing
isn’t immoral," Will stated. "It's the exchange of feelings between
two people."
Nellie looked
at Will, exasperated. It was impossible to reason with a man who had so little
experience with children. "Mike isn't ready for this."
"He will
be the next time it happens," Will said.
"There
won't be a next time!" Nellie cried. But even as she said the words,
Nellie found herself looking forward to another kiss. "I've got to find
Mike."
As she searched
the docks, Nellie went over in her mind what she'd say. How does a mother, a
widow no less, explain to her ten-year-old son why she was kissing a man she'd
known for such a short time? But that was the difficult part. Will seemed much
more than just a friend, even though they'd known each other for less than two
weeks.
She spotted
Mike sitting at the far end of a long pier. A stick in his hand, he pounded it
against a weathered piling. From his short, quick, movements she knew he was
upset. She lowered herself beside him and gazed across the water. "It's
real pretty here, don't you think?"
Mike continued
to pound the piling without looking up. A piece of stick broke off and flipped
into the water. He tossed the rest of the stick after it, refusing to answer.
Nellie drew in
a ragged breath. "I'm sorry
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